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Fix Him	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 10082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sitting down before his personal desktop computer, one Phil Coulson narrowed his eyes at the screen before opening his pre-created report form that he used for most of his reports. He had just gotten done with another new mission with Clint Barton and his team and already he could see just how they worked, even more so along with the other two missions that they had done.
The soft mission that they had done had been talking out a building and a target that was a low level human trafficker. He had learned that at least three people stayed in the surveillance van with him while at least two agents worked the ground, Barton working his pre-chosen vantage point.
Phil had also quickly learned that he would need a communications line just for him so that the other agents didn’t have to listen to what Barton said in an attempt to get under his skin.
It ranged from questions about the sounds that he tended to make to outright sexual words meant to embarrass and make him uncomfortable. The questions about him and who he could possibly be fucking around within his personal suite of rooms often left him sputtering and moaning almost as if he was in pain, trying to get the other man off of the subject.
“So, come on, Coulson, tell me,” Barton purred over the communications link that Coulson had set up for them, “are you nailing some pretty little woman or not? There’s no cameras pointed at your door after all, much less any in your rooms.”
The question caught Coulson off guard, prompting him to choke on the sip of water that he had just taken. Clearing his throat of the water, he finally just moaned and rubbed at his face with one hand. “Barton, aren’t you supposed to be aiming for our target?” he asked, hoping to get the archer off of the questions that he seemed to get answered.
“No worries there, Coulson, I have him in my sights,” Barton promised. Coulson switched his screen to the one that was on Barton and shifted, crossing his legs with a scowl at the fact that the first thing he noticed was the fact that the archers uniform showcased the man’s ass in a way that was pure sin. “Now, come on, tell me.”
Coulson shook his head with another moan. “No, I’m not screwing anyone. I’m not interested in anyone on top of that at the moment either.” Taking a swig of water, he sighed as he watched Barton look at the camera with a look that clearly said he didn’t believe him. “I’m not interested in anyone at the moment,” he reiterated. ‘Unless that someone is a man with a great ass that I would love to grab a hold of. But like hell am I going to say that to you,’ he thought to himself.
“Right…” Barton drawled, pulling an arrow free from his quiver and took aim. “Here comes our target,” he stated, going from teasing to on the clock within a second of seeing the man they wanted.
“I see him,” Coulson returned, switching to another camera. The man that they were after was well known for kidnapping and selling people who weren’t going to be missed by many, but really, he was one of the low men on the totem pole. They had already hacked into the files, stolen any hard drives that they needed, and then freed the people that had been held in another place.
Now they were going to kill the idiot, have their man pull the fire alarm as all the doors but the ones out the back locked and then they would blow the building sky high. Already a gas leak was working its way through the building and to a cigarette that was smoldering in a bathroom. It had all been set up before it had been handed to the team.
Luckily Barton and his team was very good at setting up things fast and getting ready for the missions even faster.
So here they were, Coulson sitting in a room near the attack point with three of the team while the other two finished off the rest of the final bits of work. Barton was on a roof, taking careful aim as the target stood before his car, texting frantically.
Coulson watched the text as it was typed appearing on another screen. “They found out about the cleared out warehouse,” he said, flipping to the main channel so that everyone in the team could hear him.
“Trapping the line,” one of the hackers stated. The two hackers were holed up in one room, their third was holed up in the other, watching the computers that they were connected to for anything that went out or in. “Following it now.”
“Make a note of who it is if you can. We’ll need names,” Coulson stated, recording what they were seeing before looking to a large TV and flipping through the various cameras in the building, making sure that everything was set up just right. “Alright, hit the fire alarm would you?” he asked, watching as one of their inside guys walked past one of the fire alarms and pull it before walking away as the pre-recorded voice that had been changed out for the original instructed the employees to head for the back exits.
“Opening vents and upping the gas flow,” the second hacker said after three minutes.
“Barton, take care of our target now,” Coulson instructed as he counted. The archer’s arrow struck within seconds, going through the man’s neck just as a spark started, rushing through the building and taking it down under a minute. A slab of burning concrete fell on their target, destroying all evidence. “Alright, everyone, fade and get back here. We’ll pack up and hunker down,” he told them.
“Copy,” came over the line. He switched back to his and Barton’s communications line as he started to run covers for the various hacks that had gone on and shutting things down. Thirty minutes later, everyone was together, Barton having gone back to needling him, trying to get him to admit to this or that.
“And of course the man somehow gets me to slip about liking men when I want a relationship,” he grunted, shaking his head with a snort. “How he was able to do that, I will never know how.”
Standing up, Coulson slowly stretched his arms up over his head with a low grunt, his eyes falling shut before he relaxed with a moan. Shaking his head, he walked over to his kitchen and eyed the coffee pot, wondering if he could get away with another cup of coffee or not. Deciding not to chance staying up all night on a caffeine high, he found a decaffeinated herbal tea that he particularly liked. Placing his kettle down onto the stove after he filled it with water, he leant against the counter and thought over Barton once more.
So far the files he had gone thought had all been filled with Barton and his need to annoy and bug his handlers the entire time they were assigned to him and his team. But they did all agree that he would be professional when it was needed of him.
Eying the pile of boxes, he snorted once more.
“And I’ve only gone through six of the damn things,” he muttered to himself, removing the tea bag from the packaging and dropping it into his cup. Coulson wondered if the previous handlers and even tried to get to know the team and Barton before they had tried to change things around. By the looks of what he had read, he highly doubted that they had.
So his plan was to get to know Barton, get to know the team that supported the archer and stay as cool as possible when it came to the man he was supposed to be watching. Coulson was not going to quite on the man as other’s had, and he would prove that fact no matter how much the man tried to get him to run away.
Grabbing the kettle as it started to sing, he poured the hot water over his tea bag and pulled it aside, putting the kettle onto the stove. He allowed the teabag to seep for a few minutes as he rubbed at his face before once more grunting.
“Now all I have to do is figure out just how to get Barton to open up to me,” he muttered, a wan smile working its way over his lips. “This will be so fun, oh so much,” Coulson continued.
Dumping his tea bag into the sink, Coulson walked over to his computer station and sat back down at the computer to continue to work on his report. Once he was done, he created the visual report from the recorded video and transferred the audio to a CD while also burning to a DVD disc. Printing the report out twice, he finished it all by labeling the CD and DVD cases with the correct information before packing them into an envelope while the other copy was placed into a locked filing cabinet.
Picking up his coffee cup, eh placed the envelope into a mail chute, watching it disappear from the chute and moved to his kitchen. Rinsing out the cup, he put it into the dish drain and paused. His eyes narrowed and swept around the room, feeling as if he was being watched by someone or something.
Shaking off the feeling, he flipped off the lights and moved to his bedroom to get ready for bed.
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